#lovelesswrists

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Norman. I -- missed you.

"Maureen?...Y-you're back. I wasn't sure if--I mean...It's been a while. Uh, how are you?"

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"People should look out for each other. Sometimes we get lost and need someone to look out for us -- to help us understand. Then maybe we wouldn't do the sad, awful things we do." { listen }

suicide is painless - lady and bird // feels like the end - mikky ekko // sorrow - the national // c'est la mort - the civil wars // i'll drown - soley // leif erikson - interpol // a journalist falls in love with deathrow inmate #16 - margot & the nuclear so and so's // ave maria - miharu koshi // dust to dust - the civil wars // adventures in solitude - the new pornographers // angel - sarah mclachlan

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Domesticity thing: MaureenxNorman????

Who cooks normally?: Norman would try cooking, and then I think when Maureen got tired of simple little kid dishes, she’d insist on doing it for a while. She baked him a pie for Thanksgiving, after all, so I assume she can cook fairly decently. 

How often do they fight?: Close to never. Norman really respects Maureen’s boundaries, and she’s very accepting of Norman’s mental instability. I think the only time they’d ever fight is when Maureen self all fatalistic and self-deprecating, and Norman would only be firm with her to try to get her to see sense.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Not much, I don’t think. Norman’s kind of afraid to let Maureen out of his sight; he’s scared of losing her. I imagine Maureen goes home to check on her family, maybe, and Norman goes about his usual business. But he’d prefer not to be apart from her at all, honestly.

Nicknames for each other?: They don’t have any. Just “Norman” and “Maureen” is fine with them. They’re very traditional.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Norman is. I think Maureen would protest and try to pay for it herself, but he’d insist that it was his treat. He wants to spoil her as much as he’s able.

Who steals the covers at night?: Neither. He’ll sleep with Maureen curled up against his chest, or they’ll spoon, and they sort of stay like that for most of the night.

What would they get each other for gifts?: Norman would get Maureen a bracelet or necklace, or maybe a dress that he thinks would suit her. Maureen would probably get Norman a book or a movie.

Who remembers things?: They both do. Neither is likely to forget anniversaries or birthdays, but I’m sure Norman is likely to forget things like his keys or where he set his book down.

Who cusses more?: Again, neither. Norman has the vocabulary of a nine-year-old trying to learn how to use big words. Maureen is just far too well mannered for cursing. 

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: If Maureen was hurt by someone, Norman would likely get really upset and maybe even physical with whoever did. He doesn’t take well to people hurting the people he cares about. If she had hurt herself — in any sense of the phrase — Norman would hold her, and try to assure her that everything was okay while he either bandaged her up or took her to the hospital.

Who kissed who first?: It was mutual, like much between them. I guess Norman kissed her first, technically, when he came to after attacking her. 

Who made the first move?: They both did, sort of. They had been dancing around the idea for a while before Norman kind of lost it. Oddly enough, it was Norman’s own violence that caused them to get together in the first place.

Who started the relationship?: Just as with Thea, Norman likes labels on things. I don’t think they’re officially calling themselves a couple, but it’s pretty obvious that they are. Norman’s also proposed that she stay with him; so really, Norman did.

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MISTLETOE.

Kissing Maureen was something Norman thought about a lot. 

He’d learned a long time ago not to act on every urge that came his way, so kisses between them were usually chaste, quick, and hastily swept under the rug. Especially considering Norman’s tendency to— well, to lash out, apparently, even when he had no memory of doing so. (He’d read about multiple personality disorders, in his psychology books, but he’d never imagined himself in that kind of situation, waking up in odd places, with no knowledge of the previous hours.) 

Knowing that he lashed out, knowing that he’d tried to hurt Maureen, made him very careful about displays of affection. He had only just learned the comfort of having Maureen’s body nestled up against his, under a heavy quilt with mugs of hot chocolate, as they listened to the radio. Or the simple joys of threading his fingers into hers and giving a gentle squeeze, feeling her return it. 

Kissing was another thing altogether. And they’d kissed before, of course they had, but not like this. 

For once, Norman didn’t hinder himself; didn’t hold himself back in order to keep Maureen safe and comfortable. Not that he was rough with her — he was just as careful about it as he’d always been. But this time, when he kissed her, it was with one hand at the back of her neck, the other at the small of her back, his lips parted over her own. They took it slow, as they did everything else, and when their lips began to chap, they pulled away, with Maureen’s blue eyes staring into Norman’s own dark ones.

"It’s— um," Norman said lamely, clearing his throat, then motioned to the doorway above them. "M-Mistletoe."

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"Of course I think about you Norman." Maureen smiled. She thought about him a lot; and namely around the holidays. To her, Norman was the only person to treat her like she was family - and she loved that about him. "Do you want to have a bit of Thanksgiving dinner with me? Do you have any left over?"

“Oh, we— well, I— I mean, I picked up a turkey breast from the grocery store, but it’s far too big for just me.” Norman wasn’t the best chef around, but cooking a turkey was pretty self-explanatory. The package had even come with instructions. “I’ve got leftover turkey, and um, cranberry sauce out of the can, and— and some casserole that the sheriff’s wife brought yesterday.”

Norman had several reasons to turn her down, of course; not least of which was his concern for her own safety. The more she hung around with him, the more he worried that he would have another outburst, or incident, or whatever one would call it. As far as he knew, it was something he couldn’t control, and he didn’t want her getting hurt.

"If you want, we can eat it in the house. Or I can put it in tupperware and we can go somewhere else."

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"Happy Thanksgiving Norman. I ... baked a cherry pie for you." Maureen gave a small smile and offered the lovely baked pie to the Motel owner.

“Oh— Maureen, you didn’t have to do that.” To tell the truth, it got lonely during the holiday season; he’d cooked this year, but never saw much point in it. Especially given what exactly the holiday was celebrating. Oh, Norman was a bit underschooled, certainly, but he wasn’t illiterate. 

"Thank you. R-Really, it means a lot that you’d think about me. Do you— I mean—?" Norman shook his head, tried to get hold of his words as he took the pie from her. "Do you want to come inside?"

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♫♪.

creep - amanda palmer

you float like a featherin a beautiful worldyou’re so fucking speciali wish i was special

but i’m a creepi’m a weirdowhat the hell am i doing here?i don’t belong here 

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♡.